My world is fragile

Gotta say that one of my favourite singers sounds like a cookie monster. Yes it’s you Tom Waits!

Om nom nom?

They say it’s a perfect day.

I’m at the edge of my world and ready to fall. I ran out of my perfect days long ago and my mind tries to grab the reason, but it’s like a handful of sand slowly running through my fingers. Why do we long for the perfectness? Isn’t it selfish and greedy?

Mike ties his arms around me and brings me back to the reality. He smelled like forest, rain, wilderness, acceptance and it made me feel safe. Mike was the type who roams free with no chance to be tamed. He had eyes that melt you from the inside out and short tangledhair.

“You’re upset dear..” Mike whispered in my ear and made me shiver. “Do you love me?” I asked him quietly. I watched the red sun getting slowly swallowed by the ocean and raised my hand to touch his warm arms. Big waves hit calmly to the shore leaving whitecaps behind. I sighted for him ignoring my question.Even the lonely yell of a seagul didn’t break the silence between us. I close my eyes and stand up slowly feeling the warmth around me disappear. In the calm breeze I start to walk back to the house, away from the soothing ocean.

Mike’s funeral is tomorrow and I have to get as ready as I can be. I still can’t believe he’s gone. It’s not a perfect day.

tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?

I don’t really remember much, just some flashing images of childhood. Maybe it would be how my dad used to play guitar and sing for me.